Mood:  accident prone

Good morning…

Sorry about the lack in posting yesterday, an adventure took place instead. Haha. Kevin Costner and Modern West (Kevin’s band) came to town to promote their new album, Untold Truths. So Flyboy and I headed down there, (a few towns over) and was able to have the whole band sign the CD. I took some pictures too, and I think they came out pretty decent. I felt bad because I had no idea what to say besides thank you, and not trying to look corny. It was bad enough my shirt smelled disgusting… (It was fresh out of the wash, dried too of course, but it was a shirt that had been in storage so it had this smell that made your stomach churn. I believe it was a cross between wet dirty dog and old moldy fruit. Nice huh? Yeah I had no idea until we got back into the hot car and I almost lost what I just ate all over my car. Luckily I didn’t though.) Anywho, I am not a big fan of Kevin but my aunt is and so I thought she would like to add an autographed first album of his to her collection. =) I have pictures of the whole band signing it and Kevin signing it as well (he is the lead singer, plays guitar too). (I do watch Antique Road Show every now and then and a key to having a good piece when it comes to autographs is having a picture of that person as they are signing it. =) Logical… There are a lot of neat treasures n that show, it is really fun to watch!) Anywho I won’t post all of the pictures, just these two, they are my favorites...

From right to left... guitarist Teddy Morgan, violinist Bobby Yang, guitarist John Coinman, drummer Larry Cobb, bassist Blair Forward, guitarist Park Chisholm and guitarist and lead singer Kevin Costner

From left to right... guitarist and lead singer Kevin Costner and guitarist Park Chisholm.

Flyboy is all set for his TDY except they are changing the dates, poor thing… I have noticed that when they start doing that there tends to be a greater chance of it canceling at the last minute, as in at the end of the month. (since flights have become limited recently ((it’s a normal thing, don’t worry, the squadrons “fight” over the flights, well its more like a race to claim them, and I guess our squadron hasn’t been claiming as many as usual.)) Anyway so if you are scheduled for a TDY, then you don’t get scheduled for anymore flights, since every person has to have two each month minimum… regs… And why I say what I did about this TDY is that Flyboy didn’t get to have his second flight in January because of the ice storm we had, so he is counting on this TDY, like a bunch of the guys, to bring back their currency? Something like that, if that makes any sense to you guys…) But yeah, when flights start getting rescheduled, the tend to cancel leaving a bunch of people very frustrated and in turn making the flight tight on instructors (that is a lesson for another day. Haha).

Let’s see… Today, Radar is taking us out to lunch. He wanted to thank us for being his DD at Macho Nacho’s shindig. Speaking of that, there is another shindig coming up around, well whenever Macho gets back from leave. (He says he has these shindigs whenever there is a fighting match on. I wasn’t sure if I could get into it, but really its fun to watch. I like the watching the thinking process as they “duke” it out. I can’t stand the brutality of it, but I guess that is because I am a female…) Also speaking of shindig… our Christmas party was postponed until our squadron back from overseas and well… if I recall correctly it is the 20^th of February, semi formal again, which means Blues for Flyboy and something pretty that compliments his Blues. (I am getting hungry, I haven’t eaten yet… maybe I should) Oh, back to Radar, he wants to take us out for Pho again. It is an Asian noodle dish that is really good. You can add pretty much anything to it, very customizable. (Wow I didn’t think spell check would accept that word… customizable hmm, interesting) So I am looking forward to that, my concern is where. The one he likes to go to is downtown, which is fine except that place is packed the whole time it’s open. I know there is a new Pho place just across the street from base, but I am sure that place will be packed as well. “Time limits are very binding” states the obvious one. I am currently awaiting a text message that will hopefully clear up my concern.

Oh! Flyboy’s competition, his group did great, placed 1^st, the rest of his squadron… well... didn’t do so well. I blame it on a couple girls who lost the squadron over 400 points for an automatic disqualification from the round because they forgot to pull their hair up when putting their gas mask on. I mean, wow, even I knew that and I am not even in. I know they don’t get to practice a lot of these things, I think it is a yearly test, because it isn’t in their normal day to day job, but still, you would think… (Just my opinion.) Though I am more then sure this is a most lovely awakening for some of the leadership as well as the low rankers and there will be numerous discussions. (Must… get… food… too… cold... too... move… stomach… so … angry… at me… ow… Mmm banana, are you happy now???? *yells at stomach, eat this. Haha sorry, I am crazy, I know) You know what drives me nuts though, speaking of bananas, is when you go to peel them and instead of peeling they “pop” at the stem and you have to eat the fruit out of what seems like a veggie sleeping bag. That is annoying. Oh, and the little stringy things that sometimes stick to the fruit part, and then the banana taste super chalky. But what is really good, peanut better and banana sandwich, mmm, tasty. I generally don’t make it a sandwich; just make it like toast, with out the toasting part. In other words, a sandwich with no top piece of bread, completely unlike toast, I don’t know I am starting to confuse myself now. (Need… more... brain... food... brain... shrinking... like a starfish... out of water…) (*there were no animals harmed during the making of this comment*) I guess my banana has decided to go camping because it is in a sleeping bag... gr… So I better let you all go for now, take care!

~NikiRose